So tell me I'm an angle, promise me a saint
Yet through it all a cry so faint.
The fire that maims our inhibitions
The drawing and pulling against intuition
Remorse Remorse! Was the angles cry
Lost her way in the scarlet sky
Blinded by a promised light
Falling, fading into the night
Return from the ashes and never look back
Yet the belief and sorrow can't change the fact
Breathe the apathetic tyranny
The lie that fights inside of me
Remorse Remorse! Never again.
Remorse Remorse! Cries deep within
Disenchanted, the bitter illusion
Another mistake another contusion
If I'm so wrong if I'm so right
Then why justify another night
-Jane Pearre
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